*NOTE: This character is meant to be almost indestructibly strong because he is meant for a fic. that I plan to write later. He will never fight in the normal BA unless it against an already very seasoned writer.
Name: Aroz Fistheron (Air-oz Fist-Hair-in)
Age: ? (Lost count around 500)
Race: Angel (evil)
Hair: Falling to the middle of his upper back, his hair is completely black save a grouping of white that falls in front of his face.
Eyes: Both iris and pupil have a glazed black look.
Weight: Around 250lbs
Height: 8’ even (as a dragon, he is about twice that height.)
Weapon: An obsidian axe known as Renock that could dispel even the brightest light. A scythe, disguised as a staff. (The blade can be folded against the shaft.) He had a gauntlet that can encase souls and use them to help him (through augmentations to his strength, healing ailments and even replacing dismembered limbs.) He often uses this gauntlet to capture the souls of those he defeats.
Armor: Normally, a black trench coat like jacket that flowed easily in even the strongest wind. Sometimes, he dons a full set of blackened platemail and never wears a helm.
Strengths: He is a master of darkness, and has long since forgotten his abilities of light. He possesses a strangely high amount of strength, despite his lanky features. His speed is also nearly unmatched by most standards. He thrived for hand-to-hand combat. Since he is a Spellwarrior, he is adept in countering and resisting medium ranged magics. He cannot die for two reasons: one; he is an Angel and will therefore return where he was, and two; his gauntlet (as long as it has souls) sustains him. As a dragon… his strength seems limitless and magics similarly so.
Weakness: He is dangerously weak against light attacks. Because of his ability in hand-to-hand combat, he has a real hard time with ranged attacks. Most high-powered magic attacks are painful for him to endure. Because he relies solely on evil spells, he requires more concentration than normal magi, thus meaning that if his focus is broken, he could miscast a spell and potentially destroy himself… or his opponent. As a dragon, the only way to harm his is to attack his chest when exposed… but that is a rare occurrence. He requires time to transform, so his dragon form is a treat for certain foes only.
Skills/Magic: He is rather adept in dark magic (When in Angel form), as well as fire (when in dragon form.) Skill- description
(Angel) Darkness- he can gather a perpetual night and conceal his movement.
Darkness Blast- either a ball of darkness forms or he fires a stream of darkness at a foe.
Befuddlement- this causes a foe to attack its allies or itself.
Emotional Frenzy- his enemy is sent into a frenzy of hatred that substantially weakens and hurts it.
Borrow- Aroz is able to borrow certain attributes of his foes, leaving them somewhat defenseless.
Dragon Skin- he is capable of ignoring and shrugging off some damage received.
Soul Capture- After defeating an enemy, he can steal their soul and encase it in a gauntlet and use it later.
Summon- he can summon demons and dragons from the abyss.
Control- demons and dragons can be controlled by Aroz. Also, some humans can be minipualted.
(Dragon) *Note: dragons are notoriously skilled in magic, so I will not list his abilities here. Just trust me, he’s powerful.
Personality: He rarely speaks. Those who have actually heard his voice are either dead, or serve him. He is merciless, thus having compassion for no one. He would just as soon kill you as look at you. His thirst for war and bloodshed can make his already twisted perception on life closer to thinking it is pointless. His past haunts him in such a way that he never sleeps, but also never seems tired.
Appearance: Like something from a nightmare, he is disturbingly thin and frail looking, though he is far from it. His skin is white; almost a metallic platinum look. His eyes seem to pierce one’s soul, even to the point where they could commit suicide. His skin is cool to the touch and can chill your very soul if you are struck with pure fear. His dragon from id black as pitch and just as menacing.
History: His tale is a long one, so stay with me…
Long ago, when the Great Creator saw fit to create angels, he created order and balance. (This order has often been mistaken for good vs. evil.) With this order, he created the humans to be simple focus sites to maintain the simplicities of perfect living. And it worked for hundreds of years, the Angels helping and providing for the humans, much like pets. But it was when these pets started becoming slaves to certain… undesirables. They forced the humans to work and make weapons, for which there was no need. Because of the warless world that had been created, these weapons grew amassed. And like the weapons, more humans came into existence that there should be.
The Great Creator made a way to fix this alteration of perfection… death. But because of the nature of the world, there had to be a “messenger” of death. He created an Angel that was to have no feelings of remorse for slaying people… Aroz Fistheron. He was known as the first “Grim Reaper” and carried a scythe to make his job quicker and easier.
Aroz was content with his assigned duties… until he started taking matters into his own hands. He would kill people not marked for extermination and justified it by saying, “It was a necessary sacrifice for the greater good of our people.”
This, of course, angered the Great Creator, who then banished Aroz to live among the humans. To make it more of a punishment than it already was, Aroz’s ability to kill people who deserved to live… or die.
Aroz despised this punishment and began wandering the lands. Four hundred years old, and I’m mistreated like this?! Damn them for their ignorance, I was right to destroy the damned souls of those infidels! he thought as he traveled in search of a way to get even.
It was at this point when something in Aroz’s mind jarred, revealing the memory of a war that had taken place on earth against a frightening foe. Angels and Demons fought for control over the middle lands, and when all hope seemed to have faded and the Angels looked upon imminent defeat, a light from behind enemy lines engulfed every Demon involved with the war. Only the Great Creator knew what that was at the time, for it was he who made it. A multi-dimensional portal had pulled the warped creatures into another world, where they would forever be held.
Aroz remembered the Angels tell of fear that struck them like none other when these things attacked (later becoming known as dragonfear, for it was dragons that caused the most intense form of this fear) and decided to find this portal. “Finally,” he said to himself, “I shall wreak the revenge I have desired for two-hundred years!”
Unfortunately for Aroz, the only way to release these demons was to collect seven Ice Crystals. The problem with that was that Ice Crystals had almost completely disappeared in that world. Also, supposedly, only the pure of heart could touch them… but he was an angel and could fix that part. And so it went, for six hundred years, he collected strange jewels and gems until he assembled eight of them (the eighth one would be required for a ceremony that he needed to complete after freeing the beasts).
When he traveled as far north as one gets, he found a pedestal hidden in the snow. The pedestal had seven indentions on it and a hand-shaped one in the center. He placed the crystals in the allotted spots and placed his hand in the center. Because he was still an Angel, the enchantment recognized him and began to open the portal. Aroz was not alone.
The Great Creator had foreseen Aroz’s plan and sent a small heavenly host of five to follow him. He had discovered and killed three of them and one had disappeared one night. The final one was watching Aroz attempt this evil deed and quickly attempted to put a stop to it. The Angel’s name was Clash Cyrod.
With a flourish, Aroz brought his unopened scythe upon Clash’s head, knocking him senseless. “You’re damned lucky that I am occupied or I would strike you down now,” Aroz said with a scowl. He then looked at the slowly growing hole in the air. “But it seems it matters little… here come my reinforcements.” Suddenly, a group of around sixty minor demons leaped through the portal.
Minor demons are the lowest of the low, but fierce fighters in a pinch. They stand roughly four feet tall and are red from head to tow. They care not for clothes, and thus wear none. They look much like a small human, but unnaturally thin and have black claws and teeth. Five could kill a man… sixty could destroy several towns.
And the portal still grew. The ground shook violently, causing rifts to form. Clash was swallowed into one of these rifts, now hidden from his enemies. Now the portal was wielding baby dragons and horse demons. Horse demons were simply large humans with horse heads and hoofs. They are also black as pitch. The baby dragons were ranging from black to green to blue to red. Aroz smiled at his growing army… only a minute more and the portal would be completely open.
Then the Angels appeared. All wielding blessed weapons, the demons would stand no chance. Aroz knew this, but it was only moments before the more dangerous demons were through. Besides, the baby dragons still had their breath to stop them… or at least keep them at bay.
The red and black dragons blew fire, the blue shot ice, and the green firing lightning. Only a few Angels were killed, but immediately returned to the battle. Only a minute more…
Clash awoke from his painful “slumber” with a start. He could hear a battle waging above him and knew what was happening… the angels had come for a final stand against Aroz. Desperate to help in the fight, Clash burst from the rift and attacked Aroz. The problem with this was that Aroz had just finished the portal and dodged away from this minor nuisance. He didn’t want to fight Clash simply because Clash was known as the strongest Angel ever Created… and one of the smartest.
But Aroz held the title of being fastest and most powerful, so it would actually fall in his favor. He reared back and punched Clash with such force that they both flew in opposite directions. Good, Aroz thought as he landed, more time to finish the ceremony. He took the last Ice Crystal from his pack and shed his shirt. He took the crystal and jammed it into his chest, drawing a design of ancient descript. This design would allow two things: one; the ability to control all demons and dragons of all standings, and two, he could turn into an ultimate black dragon.
He transformed right then and there. He became a black dragon larger than any had ever seen before. His eyes glowed red with hatred and power… the Angels had to retreat. Catching several as they fled, he at them with gusto. In similar effect, their souls were gathered into his gauntlet, now a crystal embedded upon his forehead.
Clash was stricken with dragonfear, unable to move. Aroz looked into his eyes and saw something that scared even him… his future. He knew that if Clash were to have children, they could prove to be his doom. “I shall never allow him to get that far!” Aroz yelled as he leaned down to eat Clash… but the Great Creator intervened.
Since the Great Creator had no audible voice, for it was too perfect to hear, he thought his words aloud. Aroz, you defy me openly? You were always ambitious beyond your own good! I herby banish you to- his voice cut short. The portal was still open, now finished spewing forth demons and was now devouring the land!
The Great Creator then sealed the portal off forever and placed his banishment upon only the demons. The demons shall never leave the underworld as long as you possess life! and as quickly as the voice had appeared, it was gone, the demons and angels along with it. All save two angels. Aroz, never allowed back into heaven, stared upon Clash, left behind by his comrades. What the Great Creator failed to remember was that there was one other left on the battlefield without his protection… and Clash was now also part of that banishment. If he died, half of the demons would be freed, and that was more than enough in Aroz’s mind.
At least I still get my future to be held firmly in my grasp, he thought quietly, a smirk forming on his dragon lips.
Clash knew this as well, for he had also seen Aroz’s future. He took off for lands far away, where he met a beautiful human woman named Shama. They had two male twins by the names of Napaj and Ranul. And one day, before the twins’ birth, Clash was called by the Great Creator to help quell the disturbance in the north… Aroz was razing towns in order to draw Clash out. He needed to kill Clash before the twins were conceived, but he was too late. Although he did succeed in killing Clash, he found that the twins were already in the womb. He cursed himself for waiting so long and tracked them down.
When he did find the town they lived in, they were gone. Taken by separate families, he knew it was only a matter of time before they realized what was happening, but he couldn’t worry about that then… his army needed its master. He flew back to the north and gathered his warriors to train and reproduce.
Sixteen years later, he decided he would kill the twins that would be his undoing. In his “human” form, he convinced a bunch of pirates and corsairs to join him in the destruction of a small village in the far northeast. He was surprised when he found that Ranul destroyed all of the invaders and feared the boys’ growing power. “Sixteen and he can do as much damage as I? Not good,” he whispered to know one in particular.
The leader of the bandits was confused, but still wanted payment for his dead comrades.
“Payment? I shall give you payment!” Aroz said, turning into a dragon, he killed them all.
He had to kill the sons of Clash before they killed him first.
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